“Of what?”
“Plans that include you.”
“A list,” Nick repeated, arm falling away from his forehead.
“Yes,” Kit confirmed again.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nick woke up spooning Kit. One arm was stretched out, comfortable in the gap at Kit’s neck; the other was wrapped around Kit’s waist, locking their bodies together. He had a bleary few seconds to acclimatise, to take in the light streaming in the window, to register the sounds of voices, creaking wagon wheels, and horseshoes striking cobble before he realised how tightly he was holding Kit.
Nick cursed softly, jerking his hand away.
Kit’s tail wiggled. Nick had the lean limb jammed between his morning wood and Kit’s ass.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you, I was half asleep,” Nick rushed out.
As he spoke, Kit scooted back, digging his ass against Nick’s cock. A hand reached back to cup Nick’s hip and encourage him forward. “This position is okay.” Kit twisted to nuzzle his face against Nick’s. “Just do not touch me in front. And do not try to get on top.”
“I won’t,” Nick promised. Kit’s silk shirt had creased during the night, the lacing on the collar undone and pulled askew, exposing a pointy collar bone and a pink nipple.
Kit licked the corner of his mouth with a hum. He ground against Nick’s erection with small hip rolls, then moved forwards enough to get his tail out to the side and repositioned so Nick’s erection was squeezing between his cheeks. Nick’s pants kept a layer of fabric between them, but the slightly painful friction of the cotton against his cock was perfect.
He groaned as the piercings tugged, catching on the fabric, little pinches of pain that sent bolts of pleasure right through his brain. If he was a guy who produced anything more than the barest of precum, his cock would be weeping in delight.
Kit stopped kissing and faced away from Nick, focusing on rolling his hips. Nick buried his face in his nape, mouthing his skin. He tipped his pelvis to give Kit a better angle to grind against, and he shook with the effort not to cover Kit’s hand with his.
Kit’s chest heaved in heavy pants, and Nick became aware of a wet sound. He opened his eyes, gaze sliding down the bed to see the white sheet covering Kit’s front moving up and down quickly. “I’m going to move the sheet back, if you don’t mind,” Nick murmured.
Kit hummed.
Nick peeled back the silk sheet, craning his neck to get a good look.
One of Kit’s hands was gripping Nick’s pants in a fist, holding him still as he ground against his cock. The other was cupping his own balls, massaging and squeezing. Kit’s cock was just like him—lean, tall and elegant. Nick glimpsed a mouthwatering pink tip through flashes of black.
Kit’s tail was coiled around his own cock, expertly pumping. Nick leaned in, pressing his mouth to Kit’s ear, shivering as he watched, so fucking aroused that he didn’t know what to do with it. “No wonder you were so good with your tail.”
Kit whined. He abandoned his grip on Nick and reached for his own head, grasping himself tightly and jacking hard.
Nick moved his hips, keeping up the grinding motion, watching. His breaths felt raw. Each one filled him with shivers as he breathed down Kit’s musk, listened to his soft, desperate moans.
“I can feel your piercings,” Kit groaned out.
“Want to feel them even more?”
Kit nodded quickly. “Yes.”
“I’m just reaching for myself,” Nick reassured before carefully pushing down his pants. He went slowly in case Kit objected. Nick’s erection slotted perfectly between Kit’s cheeks, his head bumping against the base of Kit’s tail as he began thrusting.
Kit trembled. “I feel them.”
Nick buried his face in the soft skin just beneath Kit’s ear. His scent seemed to be strongest here, and Nick breathed in, then mouthed the skin to taste it too. He pistoned his hips, mind maddened, body tightening in need. “Your tail,” Nick panted, “is pushing against my slit. Would it be rude to come on it?”
Kit cried out, body jerking and seizing. The sudden break in the rhythm against Nick pushed him over the edge, and his breath caught in his chest as his cock convulsed and he spilled, missing Kit’s tail, getting all of his release on Kit’s hole instead. Nick stared at that as he caught his breath. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to slide a finger into Kit. One. Or two. Or three. Enough to get him stretched out for Nick’s cock to fit in next. The want of it ached through him, more intensely than he’d ever wanted anyone in his entire life.
Kit groaned softly as he unwound his tail. The limb was dirtied by his release, as were Kit’s fingers. Nick’s hair clung to his skin, and Kit’s shirt was damp against his chest.
“It would not be rude,” Kit said, out of breath.
